Minefield

Will I ever forget
The foggy regret
Or will it forever stay
Planted in my mind this way.
Mind or minefield I ask
This should be a simple task
Though I should be capable
To navigate, I am not able.

Escapist

You,
You are an escapist.
You find protection and solace in the alternate.
Seeing past reality, you wander deep.
Through withered pages of fantasies dreamed before,
In your place of solitude, you adventure.
You,
You are a lone ranger,
Only able to find peace within torn and ratty pages.
Through books you find peace, they are your forever
And you will never have to grow old.
You stay simply, eyes plastered to false realities.
Dreaming more when awake than while slumbering,
Your mind quickly gains speed, learning how to fly.
Only you.
You,
You know that the mind holds much more.
More than numbers and words,
Your brain holds stories.
The escape not far from you,
You remain unfazed.
You know that each escape,
Is only a book away.

Pristine

I can tell you what you want,

You want someone unbroken,

A pristine person.

You don't like me when I'm 'her'

Who ever would? 

Though you hold me up,

You tear me down. 

Every missed plan,

Each time you look my way. 

Despite what you choose to believe,

I understand the look, 

The meaning of your stares.

When you look away, I feel it. 

The disappointment mounting.
I wish I could be pristine porcelain, maybe then

You'd stop staring at me like I'm broken.